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Seattle, the Beautiful. 7 

Inspiration . 8 

Hope. 9 

A Lesson. 9 

Song . 10 

To a White Rose. 11 

One Summer’s Eve. 12 

Friendship. 12 

Golden Days. 13 

The Song of Ruth. 14 

Beauty. 15 

In the Woods. 16 

October Days in Washington. 17 

To Florence. 18 

Courage . 19 

Mozart . 19 

To Our Mountains. 20 

Schubert . 20 

To Music. 21 

A Prayer for Peace. 22 

To the Musician. 23 

Beethoven . 23 

Mysterious Night . 24 

A Sunset on Puget Sound. 25 

Faith . 26 

Four Pictures. 27 

Success . 28 






























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Seattle the ©eautiful 


Hail to you, City of the West! 

Long may you be prosperous; 

May your lands be ever blest, 

And your citizens flourish in success. 


Seattle’s beauties lie secure. 

Surrounded by wealth of her own; 

Who stands at her door of great promise. 
To greet all lands that now are known; 
Her golden opportunities 

Lie within most wonderful gates; 

Her fame speaks of securities 
Throughout our beautiful State. 


We would a loyal tribute bring 

From loving hearts that only thrill; 
Your never-ending praises ring. 

And all your wonders with rapture fill; 
Your snow-clad mountains in stern array 
Stand forth like the gods of old; 

Who, like sentinels in bold display. 

Show God’s wondrous beauties untold. 


Fair City, long may you thrive: 

May Peace with you abide: 

May you gain in prosperity and strive 

To bring success with the incoming tide. 


Page Seven 


Unspiration 


THOU KING of the glorious Golden West! 
In pure simplicity are you dressed; 

Wonderful mountain of snowy white, 

Ever an inspiration of delight;— 

With moments of enraptured bliss, 

You lay in the embrace of the sun’s warm kiss; 
Glorious Mount Rainier. 

Matchless beauty of our Evergreen State! 
Silent and commanding, mighty and great; 
Beneath the vaulted heaven of blue, 

A crown of golden light beams o’er you;— 
Sublime you are to all, I ween. 

An emblem of purity you stand supreme;— 
Majestic Mount Rainier. 


Pride of the North, we greet you from our West! 
Eternal snow adorns your beauty crest; 

Why should not a scene like this inspire 
The heart of morbid man and lift him higher? 

To urge him on and to attain 

The noblest and highest for his gain;— 

Radiant Mount Rainier. 


Matchless beauty of this rare Golden West! 
Of all mountains we love you best; 

Rainier; the majestic and sublime. 

You tower above o’er bright hills of Time; 
Poetic beauty of the skies. 

You soar with splendor into Paradise;— 
Incomparable Rainier. 


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Hope gives the keynote to our thoughts, 
Sings a melody all its own; 

Lifts a bright smiling face that caught 
A radiancy—all—all its own. 

Poised aloft like a star on high, 

Hope beams o’er us a guiding light; 

With a wave of that wand Hope tries 
To lift this doubting world of strife, 

Hope lifts the veil of doubt, and soars 
To higher realms of bliss and love; 

Then sings a sweeter strain and pours 
Golden melodies from above. 

Thou star of Hope will guide us on 
Throughout the years to victory; 

Then Hope’s thoughts will pass on and on; 
Hope, hope on to Immortality. 


H Wesson 


There’s a lesson to learn from the lilies pure, 
A lesson of purity sweet; 

For thoughts that are pure will always endure. 
To make all our lives complete. 


Page Nine 


Send 


Fve a secret to tell you, my heart’s delight, 
In fragrant whispers tell; 

By the power of love that comes from, above, 
To answer to love’s call. 

A love for sorrow and for joy. 

For rapture and in tears; 

That will live for us and bear with us. 
Through all our years. 

Through all our years, 

Through all our mortal years; 

That will live for us and bear with us 

Through our immortal years. 


Oh! for a golden heart to love. 

For you, for Love and Peace; 

Oh! for a golden heart to win. 

In such an age as this. 

Oh! for a golden voice to sing 
The wondrous name of Love; 

Let music’s name be whispered far. 
Into the realms above. 


Then sing again divinest thoughts. 
Immortal Music reigns; 

Then shall this earth and all rejoice. 
And Love shall banish pain. 


Page Ten 



Zo a ^bite tRose 


From an emerald stem 
Droops a rosebud white; then 

The red sun stole a glance from above;— 
His golden beams to pour 
In this rose o’er and o’er, 

For her petals were white as a dove. 


It was a royal treat 
To see her blush so sweet, 

Until she was pretty as a pink;— 

Her cheek was warm, and bright 
In this new ray of light. 

And looked like a rare blush rose, methinks. 


Her velvet petals white 
Were a great, great delight. 

Until the red sun kissed her with his glows;— 
As the red sun shone down 
On her new beauty gown. 

She was turning to a crimson rose. 


The warm kiss of the sun 
On this glorious morn. 

Awakened the rest of the flowers;— 
Then he cast cruel darts 
Right into their hearts. 

For he knew his magical power. 


Page Eleven 


^ne Summer^s £n 


Above, was the majesty of the summer night; 

Below, the peaceful valley with their twinkling 
lights; 

Beyond, the stately mountains were tipped with 
gold. 

And the azure clouds against each other were rolled. 

Bright golden stars w^ere shining faintly, one by 
one. 

Hanging like sparkling lights they lingered one by 
one;— 

The Evening Star came forth like a radiant gem, 

A faithful guide for Even and the world; with them. 

Dame Nature with her velvet folds of grace and 
art. 

Grey and rose and blue, gave with a generous heart; 

Fold upon fold they rose with feathery lightness. 

Increasing the radiant star in its brightness. 

The summer moon beamed o’er with silv’ry light. 

And whispered to the star, “Soon, must I say good 
night.” 


friendship 

Lovely Friendship should not be bought. 
Always to win friends as one ought; 
Always to seek them, then be wise. 

To win kind favours in those eyes; 

If you abuse, then will retreat. 

Ever to keep dear Friendship sweet; 
Never to bribe that name;—go slow. 
That is the way true friendship grows. 


Page Twelve 


(Bolden 


Under the spreading maple trees, 

We spent bright days together; 

With sunshine darting through the leaves, 
June days and balmy weather; 

A carpet of green was daintily spread 
Beneath our weary feet; 

While one golden thread of love 

Had woven round our hearts complete. 


This month of months a rhapsody. 
Gives golden song of June; 

For love, a perfect melody. 

Is always found in tune; 

True love shall shine within our. eyes. 
Hearts are glowing as the skies; 
Her radiant glory wins the prize;— 
For Love, radiant Love. 


Always Courage in your trouble. 

Be kind with others, too; 

For this world is full of trouble. 
That needs kind hearts and true. 


Page Thirteen 


tibe Song of 1Rutb 


Ruth, with the soul of music in her eyes, 

Sang a song in a voice divine; 

A song of sweetness that rose to the skies; 

That breathed of love; “The world is thine.” 

Queenly she stood in her glory supreme, 

Like one amid the golden corn; 

Her quiet dignity sweet and serene, 

As she sang on this beauteous morn. 


Her face was aglow with the fire of love. 

The ripple of light on her hair; 

Her eyes as blue as the heaven above, 
And the song rose clear in the air. 


On the crest of the hill a horseman stood, 
Listening with rapt attention; 

To her voice that rose in the fragrant woods. 
For it made a deep impression. 


She sang her song with an exquisite grace. 
And filled the woods with rapture; 
’Twas fatal to one who ne’er saw her face. 
Yet wondered if he could capture. 


A song of delight that thrilled his heart. 
And touched his soul with sadness; 
This queen of song sent a fiery dart. 

That tuned it all to gladness. 


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The song of her heart inspired him on 
’Till he met her queenly beauty; 

His soul was thrilled with her love of song, 
’Till he reigned in kingly duty. 


From out her eyes a radiance fell through, 
Revealing the love light that gleams 
One tiny chord of love had woven into 
A melody of golden dreams. 


Their souls were touched with a love divine. 
And their bliss was beyond recall; 

Then their song arose o’er the fragrant pines; 
The song that excelled them all. 


ISeauty 


Awake, awake; the grandest theme 
Is sweet Love’s pure golden power; 

For Love’s might swept o’er hearts supreme. 
Like unto one perfect flower. 


Her faultless ways that win high praise 
Radiate thoughts we ought to see; 
Her loving hands are always full 
Of golden deeds of Charity. 


Page Fifteen 


Hit the Moods 


The silent woods have thrilled a message 
O’er earth and sea and sky; 

When Nature speaks, she holds communion 
With purer thoughts on high. 

The matchless woods have a secret power 
That thrill our senses through; 

Dame Nature with her radiant smiles, 
Uplifts pure thoughts to you. 


Sweet modest violets hidden beneath 
In velvet robes of green; 

Were gladdened by the sun’s golden rays. 
That shone all in between. 


A bird’s exquisite melody was heard 
Soaring above on high; 

And bright were its white wings as it whirred, 
Beneath deep vi’let skies. 


The dripping woods a perfect symphony, in 
Tones of green and golden; 

A carpet of brown and scarlet leaves. 

Where e’er he walked; Beethoven. 


Page Sixteen 


October 1Fn tlQIasbfndton 


What matchless wonders of the talking w’oods! 
The fragrance of the pine and mighty oak; 

Silver birches, white fir and branching palm, 

That rose with might;—into the heavens stood. 
O’er the sunny fields the golden beams of 
The round red sun were gleaming through; 

And the forest rugs of emerald green 
Had caught a glimpse of heaven’s own bright hue. 
The robin redbreast trilled his sweetest song 
Beneath the broad expanse of azure skies; 

The rapture of his notes were clear and strong;— 
Who wouldn’t be happy? Sing and tell why! 
Each beauty tint revealed a glow of light 
Catching the radiance from the glowing sun, 
Whose burnished splendour made a dazzling sight; 
The gorgeous rays of a sunset had begun. 

Through clouds of rare sunshine and skies so bright. 
When, lo! a wondrous beauty to behold. 

O’er impearled skies so divine a light;— 

Mount Rainier shining through robes of gold. 


The Palace of Love o’er all doth shine, 
’Tis a beautiful home, I ween; 

It touches the soul with thoughts divine. 
This Love a most wonderful theme. 

It thrills one with pleasant emotions. 

And lulls you to slumber and dreams; 
Love’s message tells one of promotion. 
By heaven inspired, I ween. 


Pace Seventeen 


Co florence 


Like a sweet dewy rose, 
Whose petals do unclose, 
Always striving to do good; 
Flitting like a fairy. 

Now and then contrary. 

Ever changeful in her moods. 


In those dark eyes of yours. 

Bright rays of sunshine pure 
Comes from the depths of your soul ,* 
Girlikens, please take care! 

Or others may beware 
Of that charming heart of gold. 


May your slumbers be light. 

As your dear eyes are bright. 

Your dreams as peaceful and pure; 
May the angel of love 
From the Choir above. 

Watch and protect you and yours. 


May heaven to you send 
My darling little friend. 

Pearls of love in your dear life; 

May Love and Peace always be 
In perfect harmony. 

For you in this world of sin and strife. 


Page Eighteen 


Courage 


Ignore despair, and wisely put forth hands 
And hearts to work, for that is God’s command; 
Uplift our hearts and never to retreat; 
Courage knows not failure nor dread defeat. 


On, doubting heart, ever upward striving 
To reach the goal; Courage always thriving; 
With stern resolve to conquer in the fight; 
And mind to win through deepest dark of night. 


Mozart 


Mozart’s thoughts are a web of golden dreams; 
O’er all the world his music is supreme ; 

Zephyrs of crystal threads for music’s art 
Are woven with power never to depart;— 
Raptures divine entwined o’er with grace. 

That reveals a soul so spiritual in his face. 


Page Nineteen 


Co ©ur ilftountains in 
Masbington 


Against a background of heavenly blue, 

Range upon range of snow white mountain peaks 
Rose with grandeur and undying glory, 

Like an army of giants round their chief. 

With delicate tints from the sun they glowed 
Like a rare painting fine; revealing their 
Majestic power and might, they towered sublime, 
A message of hope and sweet peace so rare;— 
The radiance of that immortal thought 
Inspiring on through the long cherished years; 

A swift ray of light so divine we caught;— 

God’s beautiful pictures are hung with care; 
Towering like sentinels dipped in rays of gold. 
Strength of the mountains, with rapture untold. 


Schubert 


Songs of exquisite melody in every page, . 

Clothed with pure wondrous beauty in that mighty 
age. 

His golden thoughts to uplift mankind; to inspire 
Us to the spiritual and celestial choirs;— 
Beauties so rare as to exalt our memories. 

Echoes of pure glory that rise to ecstasies; 

Raptures in high ideals of music’s golden art. 

To clasp eternal beauty from his loving heart. 


Page Twenty 


Co yiRusIc 


Mysterious keeper of the key, 

That opens the gate to harmony; 
Oft in thy wildest, sweetest strain. 
We live o’er years of bliss again. 


The exile listens to the song. 

From his native bowers among; 

And straightway, his visions rise to 
Hope’s sunny fields and cloudless skies. 


’Tis thine to bid sad hearts be gay. 
Nor chase the smiles of mirth away; 
To make the mourner cease to weep. 
And bring to lovers joys complete. 


Enchantress sweet of smiles and tears, 
Hope and life of the coming years; 
Music’s charm, a blissful reign. 

Creates a joy o’er sin and pain. 


Mysterious keeper of the key. 
That opens the gate to memory; 
To every chord thou hast a tone. 
Bending a sadness all thine own. 


Page Twenty-one 


a Iprayer for ipeace 


To you the nations f3.r and near, 
Good will and Peace to all; 

Bless ye, the people that still reign. 
And save them from this war. 


Then lift your drooping heads. Oh! friends. 
Arise for ever more; 

Let Love awaken in your hearts. 

And Peace be ever more. 

Let Music be your watchword then. 

Your hearts set free from care; 

Your loving thoughts will always be 
For Peace and Love and Prayer. 

Our flag still waves o’er land and sea. 

The red, the white and blue; 

Protection shall and will be ours. 

And always will be true. 


Once more we cry Peace be to you. 

All friends from far and wide; 

Peace, plenteous Peace will still abound. 
And bless whate’er betide. 


Page Twenty-two 


Zo the Musician 


Her music speaks; her soul doth pour 
Out those strains with feeling heart; 

As if Heaven’s golden door 

Were being oped with loving art. 

We listen; entranced by the spell, 

A net of gold o’er us to weave; 

And with those nimble fingers tell 
The loving heart’s deep mysteries. 

Play on dear friend, and fill 

Our souls with unconquerable love; 

Your rose-tinted notes do fill 

Our minds with echoes from above; 

Music’s sweet solace brings to light 
Her memories so dear to keep; 

And in raptures of pure delight. 

We praise the golden chords of music sweet. 


IScctboaen 


Before a world of art, lo! a king doth reign; 
Enchanted visions rise to honor his name; 
Endued with might was his soul sublime. 

To cheer with music’s mellow chord divine; 
Harmony true in golden symphonies. 

Or raptures in sweetest memories, 

Vieing with each other in ecstasies;— 

Exalted ruler with depths so profound. 

No music more inspiring could e’er be found. 


Page Twenty-three 


MyiMm IRifibt 


Silvery night \vith stars of gold, 

Hovering o’er with light untold; 
Through the landscape shimmering light 
Shone with radiance o’er the night. 


The evening star unveiled herself 
To our enraptured sight; 

She turned the poet’s heart to warmth, 
To make his pictures a rare delight. 


The tiny birds had bent their heads. 
And wrapped themselves in sleep; 

Sweet fragrance of the flowers had fled, 
And hid their faces in the grass so deep. 


Silence reigned supreme; Nature flung 
Her sable cloak around us; 

We saw the crescent moon that hung 
Against a background of loveliness. 


Into mysterious night the moon rose, 
And drifted so silently by; 

Cloud symphonies of calm repose 
Met our gaze with complete surprise. 

The evening star still ruled the night; 
How bright and witching is her eye! 
She floated through clouds of filmy lace 
’Gainst millions of stars in the sky. 


Page Twenty-four 


B Sunset on ®uaet Sound 


’Twas in August, nineteen hundred and four, 
A glowing vision of beauty we saw; 

The smiling heaven with beauties so rare. 
Radiant in color with none to compare; 

A feast of glory dazzling to the eye. 

Rose from the velvet blue of the skies;— 
The bright sun showered his beams around, 
And shed his full light o’er Puget Sound. 


The opals, agates and dainty sea green. 
Most delicate tints that ever were seen; 
Bright blue and grey with touches of rose 
Were kissed by the sun where e’er he goes; 
Arrows of gold shot up into the air. 

Swept past the sun and away from all care; 
Into an embankment of snowy white. 

Where it greeted the eye with great delight 
And fell; a symphony in white and gold. 


Gilded the tops of the clouds, and sank 
Back to its playmates as though playing a prank. 
Light as a feather, they soared afar 
To greet the ever radiant love star; 

Graceful and intricate was the design. 

It caught the harmony of love divine; 

Mount Rainier beamed forth with wealth untold. 
Radiant in shimmering clouds of gold. 


The light of heaven sheds her glory there. 

In vain we linger and cast away care; 

A backward glance and a half hearted sigh. 
Whispered regrets, “Good night and good bye.” 


Paoe Twenty-five 


faith 


Faith is a priceless treasure, say what you may, 

A steadfast rock to build our hopes upon; 

When Chance calls upon us to prove our worth, 
Then Faith bids us rise o’er this boundless earth. 


Faith endears herself to her sisters three. 

Blessed sisters; Courage, Hope and sweet Charity; 
These great truths of might o’ercome doubts and 
woes. 

Wise trusting Faith has always willed it so. 


’Tis Faith in ourselves to do noble deeds; 

With enduring patience then take good heed; 
And with bright, cheerful hearts to strike right out. 
For our fortunes lie within ourselves, no doubt. 


To do and keep on doing; ne’er to doubt 
The power of good that lies within our hearts; 
Striving to console where others fail to cheer. 
Faith always shows her worth without a peer. 


Page Twenty-six 


iTour ipicturcs 


Four pictures shall be my fond theme, 
Four noble thoughts for all; 

Pray, look within; to me it seems 
Each emblem to recall. 


One brightest picture you can see 
Is Hope, calm and serene; 

Hope hovers o’er this world so free. 
Should ever reign, I ween. 


Let Faith be one great prize to keep 
Dear in your heart of hearts; 

A watchword that will ever reap 
For good and ne’er to part. 


Each picture hold with such delight. 
Nor dare to trifle with gifts; 
Happiness then will shine so bright. 
Dear sweet souls to uplift. 


Loveliest picture one can hold 
Is love, who wins best prize; 
Love’s heart, a mine of wealth untold, 
Pure as the azure skies. 


These emblems four, a gift in each. 

To wear within your hearts; 

Four golden thoughts of life to teach. 
Never from, them depart. 


Paoe Twenty-seven 


Success 


Aim high like the stars in the sky! 

Fight for it like a soldier true; 

And win a laurel for yourself, 

Before your golden life is through. 


Aim high like the stars in the sky! 

And win something great and for good; 
Hold it up like a jewel aloft, 

And do not be misunderstood. 


Then up and be doing and work! 

There’s a duty in life for you; 

’Tis the one who strives for the top;— 
Their realm of ambition is true. 

Aim high and may success be yours! 

Keep a stiff upper lip and win; 

Some day a prize will come to you, 

If you fight on through thick and thin. 

For there’s many a chord of regret 
To the one who never gets there; 
Look forward and up; never down, 

For the Father above doth care. 


“For He careth for you and me.” 

In love, He doth lovingly tend; 
Aim high; for the Father above 
Trusts you alway unto the end. 


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